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“Hey Stilinski,” Jake Morgan called as he walked to the bench where Stiles was sitting. Jake Morgan was a fifth grader and he and his brother Sam were two of the most mean bullies at Beacon Hills Elementary School. Stiles father had told him to stay away from them and Stiles had though it would have been easy since he was only a first grade student.
He had been wrong, very wrong.
That day Jake and Sam decided that their new favorite game during lunch break was ‘make fun of Stiles for his weird first name and his lousy nickname’, a game that Stiles truly hated.
Stiles ignored the two brothers and kept eating his sandwich as if no one was standing in front of him. “What’s your name, again? Ginger? Jenny?” Jake teased.
“It’s Genim,” Stiles said annoyed, willing the two bullies to just let him alone to finish his lunch.
“What kind of name is that?” Sam asked Jake who shook his head making a scene of thinking very hard.
“I’ve never heard it before,” Jake answered. “Sounds like a dog’s name.”
Stiles clutched his sandwich tighter and tried to get away from the bullies. His mom had always told him that ignoring a bully is the best way to make them go away.
“Where are you going?”Jake put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder to keep him from going away. “Your mommy didn’t teach you that when someone’s talking to you it’s not polite to walk away?” Jake made a scolding face, then he hit his forehead as if he had forgotten something. “Oh right, you don’t have one.”
That hit Stiles like a punch in the gut. No matter how hard he wanted to be strong in front of the bullies, his eyes filled with tears and he shoved at Jake, “Let me go!” He screamed, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.
“What, you don’t want to play with us anymore?” Jake smirked as Sam kept the boy in place with a hand clenched in his shirt. When Stiles tried to shove him away a second time, Jack shoved him back and the poor kid fell to the ground face first.
Before either Jack or Sam could realize what was happening, a black haired boy taller than them was standing between them and Stiles. “Why don’t you fight with people of your age, Jake? Too scared I’ll kick your ass?” The boy asked and before the bully could say anything he lunged for Jake.
Sam, frightened by the other boy who was punching his brother, tried to run away but after only three rushed steps he tripped into a root and fell to the ground hitting the back of his head on the tree trunk.
Stiles felt a pair of strong hands on his back and shoulder, helping him up from the ground. “Are you okay?” The black haired boy asked, sounding concerned.
Stiles nodded, sniffling. He had never seen this boy before but somehow he knew he could trust him. He could definitely trust the boy who had got himself into a fight only to protect him. He wiped the tears away with his sleeve but hissed in pain as his rough sleeve made contact with his bruised cheekbone. He touched the swelling bruise on his cheek, whimpering in pain. The boy kneeled in front of Stiles and gently tugged Stiles’ hand away from his face. “Let me see it,” the boy demanded and put his hand over the bruised cheekbone. As soon as he did so, Stiles felt the pain fading away.
“Better?” the older boy asked taking his hand back and Stiles simply nodded. “That’s gonna bruise pretty bad but you’ll be fine,” the boy assured with a small smile.
Stiles looked around himself, Sam was sitting against the trunk clutching the back of his head and crying while Jake was on his hands and knees, trying to get up from the ground while holding his bleeding nose.
“Can you stand up?” The black haired boy asked and held out a hand for Stiles to take. Stiles noticed that his half eaten sandwich had ended up in a puddle of mud and sadly though about how hungry he was and that now he didn’t have anything to eat. He took the boy’s hand and tried to stand. His legs wobbled but the boy caught him before he could fall again. “Easy,” he heard him whisper while he steadied him.
The twins loud crying and screaming had caught the attention of a group of teachers who were running their way. “I’m in trouble,” the black haired boy mumbled rubbing the back of his neck.
Stiles, who had been silent since he had been shoved to the ground, found the courage to speak to the black haired boy. “What’s your name?” Stiles asked in a small voice.
“Derek.” Stiles nodded. Now he remembers Derek, he’s the older brother of Cora Hale, one of Stiles’ classmates. “What’s yours?”
“Sti-“ the younger boy shook his head, he might like Stiles better than Genim but Stiles was just a nickname. “Genim.”
Derek smiled at him warmly, “I like it. It’s pretty, just like you.”
Stiles blushed hard and smiled up at the black haired boy who had willingly put himself into troubles just to protect him. Right then and there, he decided that he liked Derek, too.